06-24-2014, 02:03 PM
Jay frowned, "You'd cut the toes out of my socks for me, Amir? I had no idea you felt that way about me."
He pushed up to one elbow and followed the guy's gaze down at his leg. The knee was strapped to a stability board so it'd stay straight and was wrapped with gauze and padding from his calf to mid-thigh.
He lifted his stump of an arm. "Guess you were a bit luckier then me right? Your cat's in the other room. Gave it a bath, seems to be doing pretty well."
He supposed it was better than losing a hand. "Hey man, I'd rather lose a hand than be taken out by a ten year old."
His eyes crimped laughter that translated grimly to the joke they both shared.
Amirmoez barked a laugh, "If you feel the need for a bodyguard again, I'll be sure to let miss Grey know."
Jay pondered that long and hard. A pretty girl standing guard over him twenty-four seven? "Don't think anyone would turn her down."
His smirk over Natalie turned curious when another Legionnaire, Miki Knudsen, came in bearing a box.
Miki set it on the ground next to Jay, and his smirk immediately phased into a happy grin.
The kitten with its overly large head for its wobbly body peered up at him.
"Hey little buddy!"
Jay scrooped it up and laid back. It was shaking when he placed the little yellow fuzzball on his chest. Apparently it had been happy in its little box. One that was lined, evidently, with Jay's undershirt. He had no idea where his uniform was. But after a couple of sniffs, the kitten started exploring Jay's chest. Claws and all. "Owe!"
He swiped at its forepaws, "Hey. Keep those guns holstered, will yah?"
It batted back at his fingers.
Keeping one eye on the kitten, Jay checked out the bandages wrapping around Miki's shoulder. "The CEO? Huh. Suppose that means things have gone to right shit if he's flying in. What's happening out there?"
He pushed up to one elbow and followed the guy's gaze down at his leg. The knee was strapped to a stability board so it'd stay straight and was wrapped with gauze and padding from his calf to mid-thigh.
He lifted his stump of an arm. "Guess you were a bit luckier then me right? Your cat's in the other room. Gave it a bath, seems to be doing pretty well."
He supposed it was better than losing a hand. "Hey man, I'd rather lose a hand than be taken out by a ten year old."
His eyes crimped laughter that translated grimly to the joke they both shared.
Amirmoez barked a laugh, "If you feel the need for a bodyguard again, I'll be sure to let miss Grey know."
Jay pondered that long and hard. A pretty girl standing guard over him twenty-four seven? "Don't think anyone would turn her down."
His smirk over Natalie turned curious when another Legionnaire, Miki Knudsen, came in bearing a box.
Miki set it on the ground next to Jay, and his smirk immediately phased into a happy grin.
The kitten with its overly large head for its wobbly body peered up at him.
"Hey little buddy!"
Jay scrooped it up and laid back. It was shaking when he placed the little yellow fuzzball on his chest. Apparently it had been happy in its little box. One that was lined, evidently, with Jay's undershirt. He had no idea where his uniform was. But after a couple of sniffs, the kitten started exploring Jay's chest. Claws and all. "Owe!"
He swiped at its forepaws, "Hey. Keep those guns holstered, will yah?"
It batted back at his fingers.
Keeping one eye on the kitten, Jay checked out the bandages wrapping around Miki's shoulder. "The CEO? Huh. Suppose that means things have gone to right shit if he's flying in. What's happening out there?"
Only darkness shows you the light.